The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Posted by vampyremage on May 25, 2010 11:07:15 GMT -6
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"Are you going to be ok yourself?" Meld asked. Privately she was glad she had managed to do a bit of damage in the fight, it made losing a little less of a bitter pill to swallow. She knew that if her blades had not been covered the damage she had done would have been a lot worse, possibly even enough to have ended the fight. She was built for maximum lethality and her fighting style complimented that fact perfectly. Fighting for non-life or death reasons was a little unusual.
"You're bleeding," Meld pointed to the wound on Hunter's leg with the arm that wasn't currently being massaged. It was then that she realized her own arm was still seeping blood. She grimaced. Cuts were always the worst sort of wound to deal with considering the constant risk of infection. It meant she had to be even more vigilant than usual, even with minor cuts.
"Are you going to be ok?" Meld asked, referring both to her own still trickling arm and Hunter's as well. She knew he had mentioned still being attracted to blood but, thus far at least, it didn't seem to be affecting him too badly. Still, she didn't want to make things any more difficult than they had to be.
“I’m fine,” he assured her, “Though I’m going to need to ice the knuckles of my left hand soon.” They were throbbing quite painfully now. Hunter was facing extra internal pressure as his healing factor desperately wanted to heal his minor wounds and Meld’s blood was so alluring. He kept both in check through force of will.
“It’s just a scratch,” he said staving off her concern for his shin. It would need bandaging and hurt for a while so he’d be careful to take no more knocks there for a week or so but he’d be fine. “You’re not bleeding too badly so I’ll be alright. I expected a little blood in our sparring session and so mentally braced myself for it.”
It was an additional mental effort he’d rather not need to do along with keeping all his powers in check, but one that with sufficient preparation he could maintain for an hour or two. He reckoned that he could resist the allure of blood in this state except in very large amounts. It was when he was unexpectedly confronted with blood that there were problems.
“How’s your arm now?” he asked, “Can you move it yet?” Once she had use of her arm back they’d bandage themselves up, have lunch and then move on to her other session. The sparring match had been good for them both. It also allowed Hunter a little more insight into her attraction to violence. Almost every move she’d made was a killing strike, using her lethal melds. Ideally he’d like her to switch to some less lethal ones, but that was a subject to be broached later.
Posted by vampyremage on May 25, 2010 12:05:57 GMT -6
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Meld couldn't really feel bad about the minor damage she had done to Hunter. It was all a part of the game and to be expected. So long as she didn't do anything permanent that was what mattered. The session had been exhilarating, allowing her to truly test her skills and get out a lot of her pent up energy. She wasn't sure if it would be enough to offset the addiction to pain when it was at its height, but it was something worth keeping in mind. How much better would it be if she could merely spar to deal with it rather than actually kill?
Meld tried moving her arm, finding it stiff but working. The small cut was all ready starting to scab over, another good sign. "I think I'll live," she answered, not quite able to keep the grin off her face. "That is what makes a person feel truly alive. The thrill of the dance on the razor's edge." Mentally replaying the fight in her mind, her eyes lit up. She would learn from this and next time would do better.
Meld couldn't quite prevent her thoughts from turning to somewhat darker applications of her skills. As much as she tried to convince herself that the fight and the competition was all that mattered and had completely fulfilled her needs, a small empty spot remained. It wasn't enough. Would it ever be enough? She didn't know and hoped the dark edge of her thoughts didn't show through her eyes. She wanted to do better, to get her addiction under control, but it just wasn't that easy.
Hunter was watching Meld very closely as she spoke. There was a flicker of something in her eyes that told him they still had work to do. “Come on,” he said getting to his feet, “Let’s get bandaged up and have some lunch.”
Once upstairs he grabbed his first aid box and brought it to the table. “A plaster on your cut and some bandaging round your ribs and you’ll be fine,” he announced pulling out the relevant items, “Normally I wouldn’t bother with the plaster on such a small cut but without your sense of touch or pain it could probably do with one. The bandages will help give you some additional support. A bruised rib should hurt like all hell but without that stopping you making it worse this will have to do.”
Giving the cut a quick clean he placed the plaster over the top. Next he had Meld raise her arms and lift up her shirt enough so he could bandage her ribs. He was moving with the skill and care of someone who knew what he was doing. After learning of his vulnerability to wood Hunter made sure to keep his medical skills up to date. He knew as much as a qualified paramedic and kept enough supplies to deal with most injuries. Without his healing factor the knowledge would be even more useful.
Having treated Meld he set about his own wounds. Cleaning the gash on his leg he bandaged it up. Next he cleaned the cut on his neck and placed a plaster over it. His shoulder was badly bruised, but would be fine and need no treatment. By now the knuckles of his left hand were throbbing badly. Moving to the kitchen he got some ice and put it in a tea towel. Placing it on the knuckles he let out a sign of pleasure as the ice numbed his hand.
Posted by vampyremage on May 25, 2010 12:30:50 GMT -6
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Meld followed Hunter upstairs and allowed him to tend to her wounds. She had been in enough fights that she had a pretty solid understanding of basic first aid and could tend to most minor wounds, especially important due to the fact that minor wounds could get much worse if she wasn't paying enough attention, but it was clear that he had more experience than she did in such matters.
"I've gotten infections in cuts smaller than that before," Meld stated with a grimace. Infections were never fun, even without a sense of pain. It was one of the reasons she had learned constant vigilance in looking herself over to make sure she hadn't accidentally done something to herself. "Rib injuries are even worse sometimes. I haven't always been immune to pain so I know how much you rely on it to tell you how injured you really are and what kinds of actions you should and should not be taking."
Once she was bandaged up, Meld watched as Hunter tended to his own wounds with practiced efficiency. "You've done this before," she observed with a wry smile. Maybe she ought to consider improving her own first aid knowledge.
He was glad to see that Meld was taking care of herself by continually checking for cuts and injury. While not feeling pain had its up sides, there were certainly more negatives. Pain was a good way to stay alive. He’d been worried that Meld might do something foolish to exasperate her rib injury because she wouldn’t feel herself doing it but she’d allayed his fears.
“Once or twice,” he said with a smile, “It’s very unpleasant to be suddenly forced to heal at normal rates when you’re used to being able to walk away from being run through with swords. I decided that good medical knowledge would keep me in good stead.” He deliberately didn’t mention how good medical knowledge also made you a much better torturer.
Posted by vampyremage on May 25, 2010 12:50:19 GMT -6
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"Is there any food around here, or will we be going out for it?" Meld asked. There had been a time when she really didn't' have any money, but right at the moment she had a fair bit. It was a combination of some rather illicit activities, mainly theft, and a recent very well paid trip to Romania. Some of her Romania money she intended to save to use as funding for her next flesh meld, but for the time being she was enjoying not to have to worry about it. "If you don't mind walking around in public with a mutant cyborg I know of a little place not too far from here. Its got vegetarian options." Offering was the least she could do, especially after such an exciting competition. That and the place she had in mind was very mutant friendly, which was always a good thing. Not much chance of having to make anyone regret certain words or actions there.
"I bet not being able to heal after being used to it for so long would be something to get used to." Meld wasn't able to understand exactly what that was like, but she did recall the couple times her sense of touch had come back and all the problems associated with that. Or rather, one main problem associated with that and that was the issue of pain. Not being able to feel pain normally, she didn't exactly have the best tolerance for it when she did have to feel it. "I guess you just have to suffer through your injuries like the rest of us now, eh?"
“Eating out sounds good to me,” Hunter replied. The ice had reduced the swelling and his hand would heal. Hunter hadn’t eaten out in a while. It wasn’t really an option in Tibet and he’d not been out of the temple long enough to have a chance really.
“Yeah, at first I didn’t know how you people coped with healing so slowly,” The first time he’d suffered serious injury from wood he’d not imagined anything as painful could exist. Instead of letting him sympathise with people he’d just revelled in the pain he now knew he could cause. Now though it was a little more strenuous as he had to keep his healing factor in check.
Posted by vampyremage on May 25, 2010 14:02:00 GMT -6
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"I'm sure it gives you a little more perspective on the sorts of things you've done to people," Meld replied. She had her own experiences with torture, though they were relatively few and thus she was far from expert at it. Mostly threats sufficed to get whatever she wanted. People looked at her and knew she could cause the pain she promised and, not wanting to actually experience it, they were more likely to simply accede to her demands. More than once, however, she had resorted to more severe measures and, if she wasn't the most practiced at it, she still had her skills.
"I hope you don't mind Asian?" The place Meld had in mind was about 20 minutes away, a little Japenes place that not too many seemed to know about. It served sushi and other Japanese style dishes, both vegitarian and not. She had always suspected that the owner was a mutant but had never bothered to actually ask. It was enough that the woman always gave Meld a kind smile and treated her just like any other customer. "Are you ok for walking?"
“Yeah,” was all that Hunter replied. It really did. Hunter was quite possibly one of the world’s best tortures. He used to consider it a skill, one that he had finely honed. People had credited him with keeping people alive and in pain for longer than they thoughts possible. Now he was as vulnerable as them he had a much more acute appreciation of what he had done to countless people over the centuries.
“Hey,” Hunter said as he dumped the ice in the sink and threw the wet tea towel at Meld, “You didn’t get my leg that badly.” With a grin he headed for the stairs. “I lived in Tibet for the past year and a half remember, so yes I’m fine with Asian food. So lead on to this secret little restaurant of yours.”
Posted by vampyremage on May 25, 2010 15:56:39 GMT -6
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Meld realy didn't want to improve her torture skills; the fact that she had them at all caused her some discomfort. The fact that she took such pleausre in their use caused her a hell of a lot more discomfort. Every time she used them she became better and the effects that they stimulated within her became stronger. It was the act of torture, even beyond the act of killing, that truly fed and worsened her addiction.
"Some people aren't used to even minor wounds," Meld replied. "You'd be surprised how they react." She left the safety of their shelter and began walking down the street. It was late morning and thus rather busy outside. The looks she ignored as with the people who skittered to avoid her. By now she was used to such reactions. As long as they didn't directly confront her she was able to tolerate it.
Meld brought her walls back up as they stepped outside. Hunter couldn’t really blame her. She was one of more obvious mutants he had met. As she had a few times she did look like a walking weapon. All the metal and the blades.
For his part Hunter smiled at people who gave them odd looks. While he suspected Meld would not appreciate him doing that this was all give and take. People’s prejudices would lead them to expect aggression and danger. Doing the opposite and smiling politely at them instead often had a very disarming effect. As it was the last thing they expected many people weren’t sure how to react. A tentative few smiled back, which Hunter would return with a nod.
Showing people that you could be polite and civil went a long way. For many it was hard to remain aggressive against someone who was being calm and passive in return. Of course there were always those who would get angry at this and lash out. Those bullies however were just looking for a response. By not giving them one they would eventually tire and leave. Often those nearby would turn against them as they were now clearly the aggressors.
Hunter hoped to instil these ideas into Meld, to show her the being polite, calm and not rising to a bully’s taunts went a long way. While violence would also make a bully go away it just further reinforced everyone belief that you were a dangerous menace, which would lead to more animosity, more bullying and thus a downward spiral that sooner or later ends with someone dead.
Posted by vampyremage on May 25, 2010 16:48:25 GMT -6
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While Meld didn't exactly glare at the people walking by, she wasn't exactly friendly towards them either. Instead she kept her expression cold and distant. She neither invited confrontation or conversation. Time had taught her that was the best way to deal with non-mutant people. Most weren't stupid enough to actively attack her unless they were drunk or had some sort of weapon on them or sometimes both. Groups of people were sometimes a problem, each one fueling the bravery of one another but they had a tendency to learn very quickly the error of their ways.
Hunter appeared to have a different technique entirely, smiling politely whenever someone happened to glance their way. What worked for him, however, wasn't something that Meld believed would work for her. His silver eyes aside, he could pass for human and, like it or not, that made a difference. His mere presence didn't elicit the predjudice that so many humans possessed.
When the two of them finally arrived at Sushi Plus, Meld smiled at the woman behind the counter, who smiled back at her. She didn't know the woman's name, but this was one of the places she frequented more often, at least when she had the money and she genuinely liked the woman. "Looks like you're doing good business today," she commented, looking around at the full tables of people.
Sushi Plus is what the sign said. Hunter had no idea if this place had been here last time he was in New York. Then again he used to eat out at places significantly more up market than this. Honestly the fancy resteraunts never quite had the character of smaller places like this. They were always cold and formal where as here seemed more warm and relaxed.
It seemed as if Meld knew the woman behind the counter, at least by face if not by name. Meld smiled at her and the woman smiled back, a first on both counts since they’d stepped outside. The place looked pretty packed with most tables full. Hunter smiled politely at the woman behind the counter and waited for Meld’s lead.
Posted by vampyremage on May 25, 2010 17:16:56 GMT -6
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"I'll take a teriaki chicken rice bowl," Meld told the woman at the desk. She turned to Hunter. "What do you want? Consider it on me, just a small bit of repayment for everything." The lady at the desk took their orders and called them out to the chef behind the door in the kitchen. The atmosphere was the main reason she came back here again and again, but the fact that the food was also pretty good didn't hurt either.
Blinking her tail eye behind her, Meld realized that she was getting stares from a pair of muscular jocks at one of the tables. Stares she was used to but these stares were looking distinctly more hostile than most. When a third male came out of the back, presumedly back from the bathroom, her heart plummetted. All she wanted was a nice meal and a chance to repay Hunter just a little for his kindness. What she didn't want was a confrontation, not now.